Life in Hell

Through a long dark path the sinful walk, their souls burdened unable to talk. From neck to chin, with chains they are bonded, to the call of their Lord they unwillingly responded. In the distance they hear the roars of hell, it welcomes its guests by ringing a bell. Their rotten flesh is all they smell, they quench their thirst from a boiling well. In the fires of hell they eternally dwell, to the life of bliss had bid farewell. They cry out in pain and try to rebel, but the keepers of hell do swiftly quell. There flesh is stripped, right off their bone, from the intensity of pain you can hear their groan. They scream and ask what have we done? Today you are rewarded for the sins you have won. To friends and kin feel free to call, but none of them will save your soul. Now you pay for all your sins, into damnation your journey begins. Saleh Ben Saleh